pokemon; Weather | Paul/Dawn | Part Four
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breakingdreamsTitle: Weather
Pairing: Paul/Dawn
Summary: Whether it's rain or snow, fog or wind, Dawn will prevail. Eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
Notes: The End. Merry Christmas, everyone! I love you all! ♥ Many thanks to Sapphy for looking over this! =D Cross posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Weather
Part Four Dawn stood up, dusting any stray pieces of grass off of her skirt. "Hey you two," she said. "I'm going to take a walk, okay?"
The two boys barely spared her a glance, so engrossed they were in their activities. "Alright," Brock said, speaking for the both of them. "Don't be long— lunch will be ready in half an hour."
"I won't," she reassured him. "I'm just going to take a look at the view from those hills we saw earlier."
"Pip?" Piplup glanced up from where he was playing with Pachirisu, his question clear by the expression he was making.
"Don't worry, Piplup," she said with a wave of her hand. "You can stay here. I'll be fine by myself." She looked around, seeing all of her Pokemon playing and just generally having fun. "Take care of yourselves while I'm gone, and don't get into any trouble!" she called out to them, her hands cupped around her mouth. She lowered them, smiling, then turned and walked into the trees.
They had come upon the clearing and the little stream running through it earlier in the day. It was such a pleasant place— she didn't see why they couldn't stay longer. Evidently, her companions agreed with her, as they had quickly decided to take the day off. Setting up camp took no time at all, and they had let all of their Pokemon out from their Pokeballs.
Dawn let out a happy sigh, enjoying the way the breeze fluttered around her. It was a cool respite from the usual weather in such places.
Then again, she had been to quite a few cool places in the last few months, hadn't she? When it was sunny, which was most of the time, it was hot, but when it rained or grew misty it would be cold. And she wasn't even going to get started on the snow.
Still, despite all of this she welcomed the breeze. It was just right. Not too forceful nor too lax.
It was as she was thinking this that she stepped out from the trees, the aforementioned hills in her sight. Without the trees to buffer it, the nice little breeze became a wind, tossing her hair every which way and chafing her skin with its cold force.
"Great," she said, grumpily. "I just had to jinx it." She attempted to run her fingers through her hair, only to have them tangled in the mess. "Aw! And I spent forever brushing it this morning too!"
She considered turning back— her hair needed serious maintenance, right away— but then she gave the hills another longing look. As she had said to Brock, they had seen them earlier as they had journeyed by, and she was sure the view from the top would be fantastic.
She let out her breath, and gave her the bunch of hair she was holding a mournful look. Nice hair or not, she really wanted to see that view. Besides, it wasn't like anyone could see her, and there was plenty of time later to make it look more presentable.
Newly determined, she made her way to the hills, and began to walk up the slope. A pair of Beautifly fluttered by, and she smiled after the pair. How sweet, she thought.
Her smile quickly turned into a frown, though, as the wind blew bits of her hair into her mouth. She spluttered and coughed, trying to spit it out. "Blech!" she exclaimed, grimacing. She was pulling the last bits of hair out of her mouth when she suddenly noticed him, standing there at the hill's crest, his back turned to her.
Paul.
She froze. He had to have noticed her, she knew. She was too close by, and it wasn't like she had been trying to be quiet when she was trying to not choke on her own hair. Her hair. She touched it self-consciously, acutely aware of the damage the wind had done to it. He was the last person she wanted to see when she was such a mess-- and here she had been, thinking that at least no one was there to see her. She really needed to stop jinxing herself.
And it wasn't like she could just walk away. Paul would think that she was avoiding him. Or that she didn't like him. Or that—
Since when did she care what Paul thought, she wondered. She could still remember a time when she thought that he was the scum of the Pokemon world, but now— it was different.
Very different.
She hadn't seen him in a while, not since that day in the caves. After he had left in the morning, she had been bombarded with question, both of her friends asking her what that had been all about. Ash had been satisfied with her vague reply about rainstorms and jackets, albeit confused that it had been Paul of all people being nice to her, a girl whose name he never seemed to remember. As for Brock... he had just given her a searching look that she couldn't understand.
But life went on, and she had found herself wondering more then once about where he was, or what he was doing. And now here he was, in the flesh, and her hair was a mess. All thanks to that stupid wind. Just perfect.
She ran her fingers through her hair, fixing it the best she could with the wind blowing it every which way. That done, she stepped forward and walked up to him.
"Hey Paul," she greeted, desperately hoping he wouldn't notice how self-conscious she was feeling. She was acutely aware of every move she made, every word she said. This, she thought, was an odd feeling. "A little breezy today, isn't it?" She clasped her hands behind her back, swaying from side to side.
"That's an understatement." He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his hands shoved into his pockets.
"I guess," she agreed. "I hate it when it's windy like this, don't you?"
"Not especially." His gaze returned to the view before them. It was just as pretty as Dawn thought it would be, but somehow it didn't incite the same feelings in her as it had before. Something else raced through her body, leaving her shaky and nervous, yet still somehow excited at the same time.
"I guess it wouldn't bother you too much— you don't have long hair like I do." She froze. Did she really just say that? Did she really just raw attention to the one thing that she wanted him to ignore?
"No, I don't. And I don't see why that would be an issue."
Dawn decided to not risk her good fortune, and changed topics. Immediately. "So, what are you doing up here, anyways?" she asked.
"I'm looking for some powerful Pokemon. Up here is a good vantage point to look from."
The answer was so typically Paul that she wasn't sure if she should smile or frown.
A stronger gust of wind hit them, and she shivered, goose bumps rising on her arms. "Well, I'm here for the view," she said, rubbing her arms in an attempts to warm them up. "It's really pretty up here."
"Ah." He looked at her then, really looked at her. "Well, that makes sense."
"Hey!" she demanded hotly. "What's that supposed to mean!"
"You're a coordinator. It would make sense for you to admire things like this, since that's what contests are all about."
"...Oh." She calmed down, feeling placated. A faint blush spread across her cheeks. Or was that because of the wind? She shivered as another particularly strong gust hit them, and held her arms close to her body.
"Paul—" she said, then swallowed to keep her voice from breaking, "—What do you think of me?"
Her words caught up to her brain a moment later, and she flushed as red as a Cheri berry. Why did she have to ask a question like that? She looked down, preparing for a scathing retort of some sort. No matter how differently she saw him, she knew that Paul was still the same person. She shivered, but this time it was from nervousness, not the cold.
She nearly leapt out of her skin as warm cloth settled around her shoulders. "What?" she asked, looking up. "But, Paul—" She was cut off as he pulled her closer, and leaned down to kiss her.
"—mmph!" she exclaimed as he pulled away a moment later. If she had been a bright red before, she was even redder now. "Paul," she said again, a little breathlessly.
"You know," he said, "this would be more enjoyable if you talked less."
She made a noise that was somewhere between a squeak and a gasp as she heard her own words thrown back at her. She pulled back, and looked at him, really looked at him, and finally understood. Finally understood— well, everything that had happened in the past weeks.
She let out a nervous giggle, then reached up to put her arms around his neck. She looked at him for another moment, hesitantly, then pulled him down for another kiss.
As they pulled apart one more time, she slid her hands down and entwined them with his. And when she saw a dash of pink touch his cheeks at the gesture, she smiled.
She had the feeling she would be seeing it a whole lot more in the days and weeks ahead of them.
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Pairing: Paul/Dawn
Summary: Whether it's rain or snow, fog or wind, Dawn will prevail. Eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
Notes: The End. Merry Christmas, everyone! I love you all! ♥ Many thanks to Sapphy for looking over this! =D Cross posted to
pokefics, ikarishipping, and mission_insane.Part Four
The two boys barely spared her a glance, so engrossed they were in their activities. "Alright," Brock said, speaking for the both of them. "Don't be long— lunch will be ready in half an hour."
"I won't," she reassured him. "I'm just going to take a look at the view from those hills we saw earlier."
"Pip?" Piplup glanced up from where he was playing with Pachirisu, his question clear by the expression he was making.
"Don't worry, Piplup," she said with a wave of her hand. "You can stay here. I'll be fine by myself." She looked around, seeing all of her Pokemon playing and just generally having fun. "Take care of yourselves while I'm gone, and don't get into any trouble!" she called out to them, her hands cupped around her mouth. She lowered them, smiling, then turned and walked into the trees.
They had come upon the clearing and the little stream running through it earlier in the day. It was such a pleasant place— she didn't see why they couldn't stay longer. Evidently, her companions agreed with her, as they had quickly decided to take the day off. Setting up camp took no time at all, and they had let all of their Pokemon out from their Pokeballs.
Dawn let out a happy sigh, enjoying the way the breeze fluttered around her. It was a cool respite from the usual weather in such places.
Then again, she had been to quite a few cool places in the last few months, hadn't she? When it was sunny, which was most of the time, it was hot, but when it rained or grew misty it would be cold. And she wasn't even going to get started on the snow.
Still, despite all of this she welcomed the breeze. It was just right. Not too forceful nor too lax.
It was as she was thinking this that she stepped out from the trees, the aforementioned hills in her sight. Without the trees to buffer it, the nice little breeze became a wind, tossing her hair every which way and chafing her skin with its cold force.
"Great," she said, grumpily. "I just had to jinx it." She attempted to run her fingers through her hair, only to have them tangled in the mess. "Aw! And I spent forever brushing it this morning too!"
She considered turning back— her hair needed serious maintenance, right away— but then she gave the hills another longing look. As she had said to Brock, they had seen them earlier as they had journeyed by, and she was sure the view from the top would be fantastic.
She let out her breath, and gave her the bunch of hair she was holding a mournful look. Nice hair or not, she really wanted to see that view. Besides, it wasn't like anyone could see her, and there was plenty of time later to make it look more presentable.
Newly determined, she made her way to the hills, and began to walk up the slope. A pair of Beautifly fluttered by, and she smiled after the pair. How sweet, she thought.
Her smile quickly turned into a frown, though, as the wind blew bits of her hair into her mouth. She spluttered and coughed, trying to spit it out. "Blech!" she exclaimed, grimacing. She was pulling the last bits of hair out of her mouth when she suddenly noticed him, standing there at the hill's crest, his back turned to her.
Paul.
She froze. He had to have noticed her, she knew. She was too close by, and it wasn't like she had been trying to be quiet when she was trying to not choke on her own hair. Her hair. She touched it self-consciously, acutely aware of the damage the wind had done to it. He was the last person she wanted to see when she was such a mess-- and here she had been, thinking that at least no one was there to see her. She really needed to stop jinxing herself.
And it wasn't like she could just walk away. Paul would think that she was avoiding him. Or that she didn't like him. Or that—
Since when did she care what Paul thought, she wondered. She could still remember a time when she thought that he was the scum of the Pokemon world, but now— it was different.
Very different.
She hadn't seen him in a while, not since that day in the caves. After he had left in the morning, she had been bombarded with question, both of her friends asking her what that had been all about. Ash had been satisfied with her vague reply about rainstorms and jackets, albeit confused that it had been Paul of all people being nice to her, a girl whose name he never seemed to remember. As for Brock... he had just given her a searching look that she couldn't understand.
But life went on, and she had found herself wondering more then once about where he was, or what he was doing. And now here he was, in the flesh, and her hair was a mess. All thanks to that stupid wind. Just perfect.
She ran her fingers through her hair, fixing it the best she could with the wind blowing it every which way. That done, she stepped forward and walked up to him.
"Hey Paul," she greeted, desperately hoping he wouldn't notice how self-conscious she was feeling. She was acutely aware of every move she made, every word she said. This, she thought, was an odd feeling. "A little breezy today, isn't it?" She clasped her hands behind her back, swaying from side to side.
"That's an understatement." He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his hands shoved into his pockets.
"I guess," she agreed. "I hate it when it's windy like this, don't you?"
"Not especially." His gaze returned to the view before them. It was just as pretty as Dawn thought it would be, but somehow it didn't incite the same feelings in her as it had before. Something else raced through her body, leaving her shaky and nervous, yet still somehow excited at the same time.
"I guess it wouldn't bother you too much— you don't have long hair like I do." She froze. Did she really just say that? Did she really just raw attention to the one thing that she wanted him to ignore?
"No, I don't. And I don't see why that would be an issue."
Dawn decided to not risk her good fortune, and changed topics. Immediately. "So, what are you doing up here, anyways?" she asked.
"I'm looking for some powerful Pokemon. Up here is a good vantage point to look from."
The answer was so typically Paul that she wasn't sure if she should smile or frown.
A stronger gust of wind hit them, and she shivered, goose bumps rising on her arms. "Well, I'm here for the view," she said, rubbing her arms in an attempts to warm them up. "It's really pretty up here."
"Ah." He looked at her then, really looked at her. "Well, that makes sense."
"Hey!" she demanded hotly. "What's that supposed to mean!"
"You're a coordinator. It would make sense for you to admire things like this, since that's what contests are all about."
"...Oh." She calmed down, feeling placated. A faint blush spread across her cheeks. Or was that because of the wind? She shivered as another particularly strong gust hit them, and held her arms close to her body.
"Paul—" she said, then swallowed to keep her voice from breaking, "—What do you think of me?"
Her words caught up to her brain a moment later, and she flushed as red as a Cheri berry. Why did she have to ask a question like that? She looked down, preparing for a scathing retort of some sort. No matter how differently she saw him, she knew that Paul was still the same person. She shivered, but this time it was from nervousness, not the cold.
She nearly leapt out of her skin as warm cloth settled around her shoulders. "What?" she asked, looking up. "But, Paul—" She was cut off as he pulled her closer, and leaned down to kiss her.
"—mmph!" she exclaimed as he pulled away a moment later. If she had been a bright red before, she was even redder now. "Paul," she said again, a little breathlessly.
"You know," he said, "this would be more enjoyable if you talked less."
She made a noise that was somewhere between a squeak and a gasp as she heard her own words thrown back at her. She pulled back, and looked at him, really looked at him, and finally understood. Finally understood— well, everything that had happened in the past weeks.
She let out a nervous giggle, then reached up to put her arms around his neck. She looked at him for another moment, hesitantly, then pulled him down for another kiss.
As they pulled apart one more time, she slid her hands down and entwined them with his. And when she saw a dash of pink touch his cheeks at the gesture, she smiled.
She had the feeling she would be seeing it a whole lot more in the days and weeks ahead of them.
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